When It All Goes South

It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vineEven miles above the Mason-Dixon line'Til one day you're craving hominy gritsAnd scanning the jukebox for George Jones hitsDrinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shackYou'll be one of us no matter where you're at

When it all goes south(You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)When it all goes south(Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)Now it really don't matter what state you're inOne day the south's gonna rise again

There's a Wall Street wonder boy sittin' up northThrowing darts like a monkey at a stock reportHe's got two homes, car loans, in debtAnd his third divorce ain't even final yetTraded his MBA for a SUV on a backwoods road down in Tennessee'Cause man, Manhattan ain't the place to be

When it all goes south(With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)When it all goes south(Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)Now it really don't matter what state you're inSomeday the south's gonna rise again

When it all goes south(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)When it all goes south(You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)Now it really don't matter what state you're inOne day the south's gonna rise again

When it all goes south(You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)When it all goes south(Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)

When it all goes south(With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)When it all goes south(Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)

When it all goes south(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)When it all goes south(You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)Now it really don't matter what state you're inOne day the south's gonna rise again

When it all goes south(You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)When it all goes south(Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)

When it all goes south(With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)When it all goes south(Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)

When it all goes south(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)When it all goes south(You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)

When it all goes south(You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor)When it all goes south(Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards)(With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias)(Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas)

When it all goes south(Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud)When it all goes south(You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)